The scene was somewhat quiet.
Chen Xia tilted her head slightly and asked, "What did Qiu Li instruct you to do?"
Emperor Capital's smile took on a somewhat fawning quality, which seemed rather incongruous with his status as a saint. He replied:
"Qiu Li had discovered your whereabouts from the start, but he's always been resentful of you, ever since the Blue Sky Sword Sea. So he conspired with me to try and suppress your prominence..."
At this point, Emperor Capital's expression turned serious, and he shook his head righteously, saying:
"You know I've always valued loyalty and righteousness, so of course I was unwilling. I firmly rejected him."
"My desire to spar with you earlier was simply due to the joy of our long-awaited reunion. I wanted to relive the scenes from the Blue Sky Sword Sea. I absolutely had no intention of offending you!"
Emperor Capital's expression was solemn. After struggling in the world for over 20,000 years, he had thoroughly mastered the art of being flexible. When encountering someone he couldn't defeat, he would simply submit. There was no shame in it.
"Did you relive it then?" Chen Xia asked again.
Emperor Capital nodded emotionally, his voice even carrying a hint of sobbing as he replied: "Today is no different from those days of old, except for the tears I shed."
He was truly sad, not because of the reunion, but because after 20,000 years, he still couldn't defeat Chen Xia.
He was firmly in Chen Xia's grasp.
Emperor Capital's expression darkened. He wondered how such an anomaly like Chen Xia could exist in the world, and just happen to appear in this great era, in this star region.
Wasn't this clearly meant to disrupt his dao heart?
Emperor Capital took a deep breath, then shook his head and muttered to himself:
"It's fine. Those I can't defeat are my seniors. Among my peers, I'm invincible. But against seniors, there's nothing to be done."
On the path of cultivation, some self-delusion is indeed necessary. One can't think too clearly about everything. It could be said that Emperor Capital had figured this out thoroughly.
He looked towards Chen Xia again and saw that she was carefully examining the universe. Suddenly, he couldn't help but ask:
"Where did you go these 20,000 years? How come there was no news about you at all?"
Chen Xia turned to look at him, "I went to many places and experienced many things. There might be news about me in the Great Heaven, but you just don't know about it."
Emperor Capital shook his head with a bitter smile, "The star region has only just restarted, and its connection with other star regions is extremely weak, so we can't receive news from other star regions."
"I didn't go to other star regions," Chen Xia denied.
The answer was then very obvious.
Chen Xia had gone to the Myriad Worlds.
In the myriad worlds and heavens, the Great Heaven comes first, composed of numerous star regions. Although it's not even half the size of the Myriad Worlds, because it's closer to the origin of the Heavenly Dao, the number of great emperors appearing there is no less than in the Myriad Worlds.
This is also why the former Blue Sky Sword Sea could have two great emperors presiding over it. Being close to the Heavenly Dao naturally allows for more great emperor positions.
The Myriad Worlds are below the Great Heaven, truly consisting of over ten thousand realms. However, some realms are so weak that they might not even be able to produce a single Nascent Soul cultivator.
Realms like the Realm Domain are actually considered top-tier among the Myriad Worlds.
The origin of the Heavenly Dao is at the highest point of the myriad worlds and heavens, overlooking everything below and controlling it all.
Although this is said, no cultivator has ever seen the origin of the Heavenly Dao. Perhaps The Three Supreme Beings have seen it, but they haven't spoken about it. No one can say for sure.
After hearing Chen Xia's words, Emperor Capital responded: "Returning to the star region from the Myriad Worlds, you must have seen many great cultivators. Have you met any great emperors out there?"
Chen Xia nodded, she had naturally met several great emperors.
"Haha, compared to you, we're really just frogs in a well," Emperor Capital laughed self-deprecatingly, then asked again.
"How about the geniuses out there?"
Chen Xia looked at him, pondered for a moment, and replied: "They should be about the same as you all."
At least, they all just got beaten up in front of her.
"Then I'm relieved," Emperor Capital chuckled lightly, then fell silent, his smile slowly fading. He just stood quietly with Chen Xia in the universe.
Acquaintances don't always have things to say, especially since the two weren't really familiar, their relationship was just that of fighter and punching bag.
"I heard Chi Yu has also become a saint," Chen Xia suddenly said.
Emperor Capital was startled, then nodded, "Yes, I never thought he could keep up with our pace. I remember distantly that back in the Blue Sky Sword Sea, he was just a supreme being under my command."
His gaze became somewhat profound as he chuckled lightly: "So now I don't really believe in the theory of innate talent anymore. Great emperor seedlings are impressive, but they're not untouchable."
After more than 20,000 years, he had changed quite a bit.
Chen Xia nodded in agreement: "Luck is the most important thing."
"Each person has their own fate, how can one hope for so much luck," Emperor Capital shook his head, looking towards the distant stars, and sighed.
"Of the original Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky, five died on the path of cultivation. The other seven became saints, all becoming peak existences in this star region, each able to preside over their own domain."
"I suppose I was counted among the five who died?" Chen Xia suddenly asked.
"It was Qiu Li who put you in that category," Emperor Capital replied.
"Hmm." Chen Xia nodded, not really minding. She asked again: "How many of the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky can be found now?"
"Including you, nine in total," Emperor Capital answered.
Chen Xia didn't respond, thinking for a moment before asking Emperor Capital: "Can you gather them?"
Emperor Capital frowned slightly, his expression somewhat troubled. He seemed to ponder for a long time before slowly shaking his head and saying:
"Li Yang and the others would probably come if they heard your name, but there's one who's extremely arrogant and stubborn. Even if I mentioned your name, it probably wouldn't work. You'd have to go in person for it to be effective!"
Chen Xia's expression remained calm as she directly revealed the answer: "Is this person called Qiu Li?"
"You truly have divine foresight!" Emperor Capital praised.
Well.
It could only be said that Qiu Li really had the worst luck to be acquainted with someone like Emperor Capital.
Even after getting beaten himself, Emperor Capital didn't forget to make sure Qiu Li got a beating too.
There are no better brothers in the world than this.
"Then I'll go there later," Chen Xia replied.
Emperor Capital immediately became excited, quickly saying: "I'll guide you there!"
Chen Xia couldn't help but look him over a few more times, nodding and saying: "You have a rebellious streak in you."
"Do I?" Emperor Capital was very confused.
"A bit," Chen Xia finally replied, then waved to her avatar, softly saying "return". The avatar dissipated into black mist in the world, returning to the Dead Star Region.
Seeing this scene, Emperor Capital's expression didn't change, but his heart was shocked. He recalled Chen Xia saying earlier that this black figure was her avatar, and initially he thought it was just a joke. But seeing the scene just now, he really couldn't laugh anymore.
Coming at a wave, leaving at a gesture.
Which senior would be willing to be commanded like this?
So looking at it this way, it might really be an avatar!
Damn, this is so exciting.
Emperor Capital couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his gaze towards Chen Xia becoming even more fawning.
If it were over 20,000 years ago, Emperor Capital would only have felt resentful and lamented the unfairness of the world's luck. But now he had grown up, he would only think about how to cling tightly to Chen Xia's thigh.
Pleasing a senior, it's not shameful.
Chen Xia left the universe and walked back towards the stars.
The crowd of cultivators below had been waiting for a long time, their eyes staring blankly. Seeing no movement in the universe's sky for so long, even the starlight had disappeared, they couldn't help but become nervous.
Such calmness now could only mean that the battle had ended, and naturally there was a winner and a loser.
On one side was the renowned saint, on the other was Chen Xia.
Did the outcome need to be said?
However, thinking that the two should be acquainted, Chen Xia probably wouldn't die.
The crowd was still looking up and watching.
Chen Xia had already descended from the sky, landing on the stars amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd. She returned to the side of the alchemy furnace and smiled lightly at Zhou Jia.
"Senior sister, is there any problem with the pills?"
So all the cultivators present turned their gaze to Zhou Jia.
Eh?
Zhou Jia felt somewhat at a loss, her pretty face becoming nervous, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Until Emperor Capital descended, landing behind Chen Xia.
Only then did the crowd turn their gaze to Emperor Capital, feeling curious about this legendary saint, and even more surprised about Chen Xia's identity.
Because Emperor Capital was actually willing to stand behind Chen Xia, which for a saint who greatly values status and position, contained extremely heavy implications.
Could it be that Chen Xia's status was even higher than Emperor Capital's?!
The crowd didn't dare to think too much.
Seeing that Zhou Jia wasn't responding, Chen Xia asked again: "Is there really a problem with the pills?"
Zhou Jia was already stunned, looking at Emperor Capital and Chen Xia, too nervous to utter a word.
Whoosh.
It was as if an icy wind had blown in.
Emperor Capital was now standing in front of Zhou Jia, his expression gloomy as he said coldly, "Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"
The pressure of a saint's aura instantly made Zhou Jia break out in a cold sweat, her face turning pale, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Senior Sister, if you don't speak, we'll assume you agree about the pills," Chen Xia added.
Emperor Capital's gloomy expression instantly changed to a warm one as he said cordially,
"Oh, so you're Senior Sister!"
...
The entire scene fell silent, not a sound to be heard.
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